Alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeSir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge